CHAPTER1
-Grace-
I took a last look at my flat before sighing and closing the door. All the memories I had there, with my best friends and my first boyfriend, and now, I had to move, I didn't have a choice, I'd end up getting hurt again, by the person I once trusted.
He'd come round to mine at any time during the night, sometimes drunk, waking me up just to tell me that I was useless and a waste of space - but I didn't need telling again, he'd already told me enough times and shown me what I was worth. Nothing. He'd wouldn't care if I had to go to work in the morning, he would just hit me until I blacked out, or until he'd had some fun. It didn't matter to him whether I was hurt or not, because I wouldn't hit him back, I couldn't.. I was scared of what he'd do next, I was scared that he'd finally kill me.
I was scared of Bradley.
CHAPTER 2.
-Grace-
I finally got out of the offices around seven, taking a quick look up at the dark sky just as it started raining. - I had to walk home in this. I wasn't allowed to get a taxi unless Bradley was with me, so he could keep an eye on me. He'd told me not to go near other men, and I really wasn't planning to, because I knew how bad he'd hurt me if he found out I had.
Suddenly I felt myself being pushed to the floor and held down by a pair of firm hands. My bag was ripped from my shoulder, sending a shooting pain down my arm where I'd been hit last night. I let out a scream of pain and the two men who'd robbed me, legged it down the street with my bag to get away, laughing as they did. I picked up my damaged phone -(which had luckily dropped out of my bag)- putting it in the pocket of my jacket, cutting my finger on a shard of glass on the way. But that was the least of my worries.
I managed to stand up, still holding my arm in an attempt to stop the pain.
I looked up through my soaking fringe, somehow managing to make out a guy walking towards me quickly. I tried to run, figuring it would be Brad come to yell at me and take me home, but something stopped me, and I couldn't move. I was stuck, and all I could do to save myself was back up against the brick wall behind me.
"Are you okay?" my mouth fell open in shock. - This guy was gorgeous.
"I'm fine. I just need to get home, I'm late" I told him, walking away in the opposite direction. I could hear his feet running, and he was catching up behind me. This was not good, Brad told me I shouldn't be around other men.
He appeared in front of me.
"Just let us take you back. We've got room in the car. I'm Dougie by the way, Dougie Poynter." I shook my head, wincing slightly as he put his hand on my shoulder, making the pain worse than it already was. - I couldn't let them take me home, I couldn't let Brad see me with anybody else. He'd hurt me, and I'd already had enough pain for tonight.